"The capital of the Rorsted Islands, the 'City of Generosity' Byam, the land of treasures of milk and honey promised by the gods, an important fulcrum of the Kingdom of Rune's colonial rule in the Central Sunian Sea, where the spice trade and brothel industry were important economic pillars." Angnes stood by the window and looked at the approaching land, and whispered to Milo, "This place is rich in minerals, the land is unusually fertile, brothels are everywhere, and the underground trade in extraordinary materials and occults is quite frequent here......"

Agnes paused and suddenly laughed, "But there are quite a few powerful official extraordinaries here, and most of the pirates don't dare to show their faces here, unlike those small ports, where the local official extraordinaires don't dare to care about these pirates." ”

"No pirate in Bodivia dares to show his face openly." Milo said seriously.

"Of course," Angnes laughed, "after all, the Diocesan is there. ”

"Alright," Agnes said, retracting her hands from the window, turning to remove her wide-brimmed hat from the coat rack, "pack up our bags, it's time to get ready to disembark." ”

......

"Me!

"In my name I call:

"The spirit that roams the upper realms, the one who never ceases to follow the rhythm, the messenger of Ella Poyesia alone."

A slight ripple spread through the room, and Agnes saw the candle flicker slightly, and the figure of the little nightingale condensed in the palm of Agnes's hand.

"Ma'am, you don't need to go to such trouble if you want to summon me." The little nightingale said in a brisk voice, "All you have to do is call me in Hermes." ”

"I know," Agnes slowly stroked the feathers on the nightingale's back, "but it's a little more ritualistic, and I have something I want your help with." ”

The little nightingale jumped twice with some merriment, and then jumped off the palm of Angness's hand and took on the form of Sarah.

"Tell me." Agnes heard Nightingale speak in a more cheerful voice.

Angnes reached out and touched Nightingale's cheek with some helplessness, "Why are you still using Sarah's face?" ”

The spirit creature in front of him blinked his eyes a little innocently at Agnes's question, and his ears were slightly red, "Because I don't know what kind of human form to use?" ”

Agnes asked with some confusion, "Don't know?" ”

"The human form I have simulated according to my own mind is always easy to perceive the anomaly," Nightingale said cautiously, "and when I first appeared in front of Mr. Strays, he knew at first sight that I was not human. ”

"I'm a little curious," Agnes raised an eyebrow, "will you let me see it when you come back later?" ”

Nightingale nodded, waiting for Agnes' next words.

Agnes folded the letter on the table and placed it in the envelope, carefully sealed it with fire paint, then removed the rose brooch that had been pinned to her shirt and handed it to Nightingale.

"I beg you to give this letter and this brooch to Mr. Cain Chester, and then ......," said Angnes, thinking for a moment, "if it is convenient for him to bring back the reply." ”

Nightingale nodded, and her figure gradually blurred, a few ripples spreading, and then disappeared into the room.

Agnes withdrew her gaze in the direction Nightingale was looking in, returned to the desk in front of her, reached out and pinched her eyebrows, and leaned back in her chair.

She closed her eyes slightly, and sketched a leafless tree in her mind.

"Mai Vetty." Agnes's consciousness spilled over the threads of black hair that stretched out of her spirit, and finally found the connection she had once touched.

She carefully controlled her spiritual devotion and allowed it to spill through the connection.

A vision of gray tulle appeared before Agnes's eyes, and a stout man in a sailor's suit was walking in a noisy, brightly lit red building, and he was walking down the corridor with a scantily clad woman in his arms.

Agnes couldn't help frowning, observing the style of the building and the various decorations, the woman in Mai Witty's arms had bronzed skin, natural black hair slightly curly, and obvious characteristics of the native race, and she looked gentle and tame in Mai Witty's arms.

"Ah, this, it's a bit like the 'Red Theater'," Agnes suddenly realized where the other party was, and she couldn't help but take a breath, "Why is it that every time I look at this guy, it's when I'm about to be a child!" Is it the wrong time for me to see it, or is it the tone of the daily life of those indulgent guys! ”

Since the last time she found Mavette at the Pagani family's Anwa Castle, Agnes has occasionally spied on each other, mostly ending with them preparing to do something inappropriate for children, and Agnes has found that the range of interests of this Mr. Mavetti is really broad.

"Still, the 'Red Theater,'" Agnes looked at one of the most famous places in the Sunian Seas, "and it was a little different from the rumors. ”

Byam, where she arrived at noon today, contacted Nightingale to find a way to contact Mr. Chester after finding a hotel, and before she had time to go around the more famous places in Byam.

But the Red Theater wouldn't let people go in during the day, Agnes thought to herself, and she saw the already dark sky outside through the small window of the room they had entered, and then withdrew her gaze.

"The mystical Bairon girl, the hot and passionate Fenerport girl, the open and seductive Intis girl, the tall and toned Fursack girl, the conservative and quiet lady Rune, and the gentle and docile native," Agnes raised her eyebrows a little critically, "or more locals." ”

"But what about this companion of Mr. Mavity," Angnes remembered the crew of Mavity's ship, "and Mavetti did not come to Byamu alone. ”

Whether as a corsair or a member of a regular merchant ship, it is absolutely impossible for Maiveti to disembark in port alone.

"Unless Mavetty is on vacation." The thought popped into Angness's mind, and she couldn't help but laugh.

She knew that this was impossible, after all, the Indulgence Faction had a conspiracy against the Temperance Sect on Byam's side, and there was absolutely no such thing as a holiday at this juncture.

"I always feel that the contradictions between the indulgent and the temperate have been completely put on the surface." Agnes couldn't help but sigh, controlling the thought of retracting her spirituality and letting herself stare at the movements of the two in her field of vision.